Do you think your children can tell when you’re phoning it in? If you follow me on Twitter* you saw that on Friday night I was out very late attending a bachelor party. (Standard guy rules forbid me to give any details other than I looked pretty awesome in my suit and I drank a tanker of vodka.) As I crawled into bed at 4am, I knew the next day was going to be rough. That I was going to suck as a parent.
Okay, after a night of carousing I know that I shouldn't be trying to drudge up any sympathy for being tired. But what about those times when the exhaustion comes from doing the normal stuff? Not too long ago, I was sitting on the lawn with the Bean at the end of a very long weekend. He was filled with his usual amount of energy, running around and wanting me to chase him. But I just wanted to sit and sleep. I fantasized about being inside, but W0nderWife™ had already claimed the moment as her break period and was inside. Somebody needed to watch the kid and I was the only other person available for the job. I was hungry and couldn't stop thinking about the food cooking in the oven.
I’m pretty sure the Bean noticed that my heart wasn’t in it that evenin g, cause he took pity on my and kind of gave up on playing with me, choosing instead of ride his train down the sidewalk.
*If you're not following me on Twitter...why the heck not?